Title: Test of Time (6/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 6
Bosco quickly left the bar in the early hours of the morning. It had been three weeks since he had told Faith about Krychek. Since then, they had been researching on their own and combining their information. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything to go on so far. He'd started hitting the streets after work and on his days off. Going undercover and trying to talk to peddlers, trying to see if anyone had heard of Krychek. Each time, he came home empty-handed, disappointment and frustration keeping him awake at night. Although he was still able to get to work on time, it was becoming obvious to those around him that he wasn't on his game, that something was wrong. However, for the time being no one had said anything to him and he continued his routine of working during the day and hitting the streets at night. That was until about a week ago. He had been talking to some guy, obviously high on something, and asked him if he had ever heard of the name Krychek. The man had told Bosco about a bar that he and his men sometimes liked to hang out at. Bosco had been frequenting it lately, subtly befriending some of the patrons and seeing what he could find out.
As Bosco left the bar, he hailed a cab, unaware of the two men who had followed him out. They watched him get into the cab and take off. They had been suspicious of him when they had first seen him enter the bar about a week ago. When they had heard him mention Krychek's name tonight, they knew that they had reason to worry. They followed the cab to the man's apartment and watched him get inside. They waited an hour, making sure that he wasn't going anywhere else for the night. They left agreeing to meet in the morning and check out where he worked.
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They watched him from across the street the next day as he got into his car around 2:00 p.m. "Finally." One of the men said as he started the engine and watched the man climb into his Mustang.
"I didn't think this guy ever worked." His friend complained sipping the coffee he had bought a half-hour before in a feeble attempt to warm up, after sitting in the car since 7:00 am.
"You'd think this guy could get a decent job with decent hours." The other one complained as he watched the man direct his car into the afternoon traffic. They expertly followed behind at a safe distance, making sure not to be seen.
"Where the hell is he going?" The driver asked about twenty minutes later as he saw the blue Mustang turn towards the 55th Precinct. Both men stared at one another, looks of disbelief etched on their features. They turned their car off at the next street corner and waited, hoping that they were wrong. About 45 minutes later, their fears were confirmed when they saw the young man exit the police station in uniform, a blond woman, most likely his partner in tow. They watched them walk towards their squad car and get in, deep in conversation. They waited until they took off before turning to one another. "This isn't good." The driver said to his partner. "This isn't good at all."
"This guy's gonna cause us some serious problems. We have to get him to back off somehow."
"Do you think the girl is helping him?" The passenger asked as he looked at his colleague.
"We've only seen him so far." The other man mused as he stared out the windshield.
"We can't take a chance though." The passenger said, "For all we know, she's been digging around too."
"Find out what you can about both of them, any weaknesses they might have that can be used to deter them, anything that we can use to persuade them to give up the search for Krychek.
"Agreed." The man in the passenger seat said, lost in thought, as his partner started the engine and drove away in the opposite direction the two officers had gone. "This can't go on any longer." He mused to himself.
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Do you think he's going to listen?" The smaller of the two men said later that night as he watched the police officer come out of the precinct at approximately 12:00 am. They watched him from across the street, hidden in the nighttime shadows, secure in the knowledge that he could not see them from where he was standing. They saw him slow down as he noticed the white envelope placed on the windshield of his Mustang. The observed him as he read the note that they had placed there, warning him to back off, telling him that there would be consequences if he didn't. They saw him crumple the note up and throw it away but not before looking around slowly, searching for the person or persons who had left the warning. They sank back further into the shadows, never taking their eyes off of their prey.
"He's not going to give up." The bigger of the two said as they watched him climb into his car and take off.
"If your brother was murdered, would you just drop it?" The other one asked. "What do we know about them?"
"His name is Maurice Boscorelli, mother's name is Angela Boscorelli, she owns a bar. The girl's name is Faith Yokas, married to a Fred Yokas. She has two children, Emily and Charlie."
"That's good." The smaller one said. "We can definitely use that to our advantage." The two men stared at one another for a long moment.
"It's time to take drastic measures."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 6
Bosco quickly left the bar in the early hours of the morning. It had been three weeks since he had told Faith about Krychek. Since then, they had been researching on their own and combining their information. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything to go on so far. He'd started hitting the streets after work and on his days off. Going undercover and trying to talk to peddlers, trying to see if anyone had heard of Krychek. Each time, he came home empty-handed, disappointment and frustration keeping him awake at night. Although he was still able to get to work on time, it was becoming obvious to those around him that he wasn't on his game, that something was wrong. However, for the time being no one had said anything to him and he continued his routine of working during the day and hitting the streets at night. That was until about a week ago. He had been talking to some guy, obviously high on something, and asked him if he had ever heard of the name Krychek. The man had told Bosco about a bar that he and his men sometimes liked to hang out at. Bosco had been frequenting it lately, subtly befriending some of the patrons and seeing what he could find out.
As Bosco left the bar, he hailed a cab, unaware of the two men who had followed him out. They watched him get into the cab and take off. They had been suspicious of him when they had first seen him enter the bar about a week ago. When they had heard him mention Krychek's name tonight, they knew that they had reason to worry. They followed the cab to the man's apartment and watched him get inside. They waited an hour, making sure that he wasn't going anywhere else for the night. They left agreeing to meet in the morning and check out where he worked.
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They watched him from across the street the next day as he got into his car around 2:00 p.m. "Finally." One of the men said as he started the engine and watched the man climb into his Mustang.
"I didn't think this guy ever worked." His friend complained sipping the coffee he had bought a half-hour before in a feeble attempt to warm up, after sitting in the car since 7:00 am.
"You'd think this guy could get a decent job with decent hours." The other one complained as he watched the man direct his car into the afternoon traffic. They expertly followed behind at a safe distance, making sure not to be seen.
"Where the hell is he going?" The driver asked about twenty minutes later as he saw the blue Mustang turn towards the 55th Precinct. Both men stared at one another, looks of disbelief etched on their features. They turned their car off at the next street corner and waited, hoping that they were wrong. About 45 minutes later, their fears were confirmed when they saw the young man exit the police station in uniform, a blond woman, most likely his partner in tow. They watched them walk towards their squad car and get in, deep in conversation. They waited until they took off before turning to one another. "This isn't good." The driver said to his partner. "This isn't good at all."
"This guy's gonna cause us some serious problems. We have to get him to back off somehow."
"Do you think the girl is helping him?" The passenger asked as he looked at his colleague.
"We've only seen him so far." The other man mused as he stared out the windshield.
"We can't take a chance though." The passenger said, "For all we know, she's been digging around too."
"Find out what you can about both of them, any weaknesses they might have that can be used to deter them, anything that we can use to persuade them to give up the search for Krychek.
"Agreed." The man in the passenger seat said, lost in thought, as his partner started the engine and drove away in the opposite direction the two officers had gone. "This can't go on any longer." He mused to himself.
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Do you think he's going to listen?" The smaller of the two men said later that night as he watched the police officer come out of the precinct at approximately 12:00 am. They watched him from across the street, hidden in the nighttime shadows, secure in the knowledge that he could not see them from where he was standing. They saw him slow down as he noticed the white envelope placed on the windshield of his Mustang. The observed him as he read the note that they had placed there, warning him to back off, telling him that there would be consequences if he didn't. They saw him crumple the note up and throw it away but not before looking around slowly, searching for the person or persons who had left the warning. They sank back further into the shadows, never taking their eyes off of their prey.
"He's not going to give up." The bigger of the two said as they watched him climb into his car and take off.
"If your brother was murdered, would you just drop it?" The other one asked. "What do we know about them?"
"His name is Maurice Boscorelli, mother's name is Angela Boscorelli, she owns a bar. The girl's name is Faith Yokas, married to a Fred Yokas. She has two children, Emily and Charlie."
"That's good." The smaller one said. "We can definitely use that to our advantage." The two men stared at one another for a long moment.
"It's time to take drastic measures."